Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 134 - - Really delicious?

She asked innocently, but the man was furious. He suddenly pulled away from her and then leaned down again, kissing her fiercely. This time, the storm came even more violently, and she found herself unable to resist.

He even yanked the blanket off and unceremoniously climbed onto her, pressing a hard, unyielding part of him against her. She was instantly shocked, struggling to avoid his kiss, her small hands pounding on his chest.

"Albert Wilson, you... get off me!"

Annoyed by her attempts to push him away, he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. She gasped in surprise. He roughly kissed her soft lips before releasing her, his dark eyes locking onto her face in the night.

The darkness was so thick he couldn't clearly see her expression, but he imagined it must be a deep, blushing red. He could still make out her sparkling eyes, filled with slight unease and panic, like a frightened little deer, bouncing around, making his heart ache.

With that, a wave of heat surged through his lower abdomen. He almost couldn't hold back from taking her right then, but when he thought of the maddening word "squid," he couldn't help but become mischievous. He leaned in close, his voice low and sinister as he asked her:

"Cynthia... is squid delicious?"

Cynthia's face turned red, and she looked a little embarrassed. She avoided his intense gaze, giving a dry laugh as she said,

"Mm... it's delicious! Really delicious..."

Although she didn't understand why he suddenly asked that question, since it was clearly aimed at his nickname, she still felt a little awkward inside.

"Oh? Is that so? Really delicious?"

He suddenly smiled mischievously as he leaned closer to her. Cynthia shivered under his gaze and turned her head away, anxiously replying,

"Y-Yes, it's delicious..."

Without a word, he pulled her back and kissed her lips gently.

"Then... if I give it to you now, would you want it?"

Cynthia's face flushed bright red, her whole face burning with embarrassment. Luckily, the lights were off, or she would have died of embarrassment. From what he said, it was clear he knew the "squid" was meant for him, but... how did he know?

But despite her weakness she still kept her mouth shut and

'No, don't know what you're talking about!'

'Don't know what that means?'

He continued to grin wickedly, as he said this, his big hand did not move as he probed underneath her to separate her legs, she just Wilson was so obsessed with the question of that name just now that she did not notice his small action.

'But you obviously said on the phone the other night that my name was Albert Wilson, so Squid is the perfect name for me!'

He sank slightly, pressing his burning heat against her soft pucker.

'Ha-?'

Cynthia was once again startled by his words, her large eyes bouncing uneasily; when had she, she, she said that? Why didn't she have any memory of it?

Could it be--, was it that night when she was drunk? Her pretty brows furrowed into a frown as if she was desperately trying to recall the events of that night, and when she remembered the strange looks Fredy had been giving her for the past few days, her heart suddenly went half-cold.

'Ah...'

Before she could think about anything in detail, something suddenly swelled up underneath her, and she couldn't help but cry out in distress, and as soon as she looked down, she saw him pushing into her with a wicked grin and angst, his force so strong that she didn't even have room to flinch.

'Want to get up?'

He took hold of her waist and moved it punitively and she jerked back again, it seemed it was really the drunkenness of that night that had caused the trouble, she had to bite her own lip in anger and irritation but there was nothing she could say.

'Cynthia, I'm going to give you a taste of real squid tonight, it's going to be something you won't forget for the rest of your life!'

He said with a bad smile and lowered his head to contain the bud on her chest, rolling and nibbling, the force of his waist was even more rapid rhythm.

Cynthia couldn't stop letting out one cry for mercy after another from the force of his frenzied onslaught, he didn't care about her, he wanted her to feel so conquered by him, and then to have her wickedly call him a squid, he wasn't usually wicked but he wasn't a human being when he was wicked, and so it wasn't long before she was trembling and going limp underneath him into a puddle. Lazy

Watching her panting heavily beneath him, his hardness still lodged inside her feeling her spasm after spasm, he was strung up by her and couldn't stand it a bit, but nonetheless gritted his teeth and flirted with her with a wicked grin, and

'How's that? It tastes good. It tastes good, doesn't it?'

His hands were braced above her head, taking in all her pleasure. Her pleasure, her chagrin, her shyness, her pale skin, her small erect breasts ...

Cynthia was furious at his words and couldn't stop the little hand that pushed at him from shaking as she glared fiercely at him, the

'Albert Wilson, fuck you!'

He didn't pay the slightest attention to her curses, his big hands once again wandered up to ignite more flames on her body, and the bottom of his eyes even exuded an evil light, his tongue delicately traced her lips before stopping at the outline of her ear.

His hoarse voice in the charming night air reached his ears.

'Do you want to do it again?'

Cynthia's face burned with shame, and she snapped her eyes shut shaking her head wildly, and'Don't don't! I don't want it! Albert Wilson you settle yourself and get out-'

'Ah-'

She had just finished speaking when she suddenly felt her body being violently flipped over, with the hot stream that she had just secreted under her extreme, so his burning heat entered her body ruthlessly from behind without any hindrance, she couldn't stop her cry of surprise, and she could hardly shudder in her own battle. Worm.

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'Cynthia, it's up to you whether you want it or not!'

He said it impishly and eagerly, and as the words fell from his lips he grasped the cheeks of her hips and reclaimed them once more, leaving her with nothing to do but whimper in time with her rhythm.

Tonight he was determined to torment her, hadn't he said he wasn't as tasty as a squid? Tonight, he would let her have a good taste of him, taste whether he tasted as tasty as squid or not!

God knows how hard he was suffocated by these three words in the past few days, so he couldn't wait to come back after a few days in the U.S. He knew that if he didn't find a way to vent his pent-up anger in his heart, he would sooner or later be suffocated with a disease, a disease of the heart plus a disease of the physiology, and would be suffocated out.

Warm sunlight poured through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the person sleeping soundly on the large bed. Cynthia blinked her eyes and slowly woke from her fatigue. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, looking at the empty bed, a sudden shock running through her.

Could it be that last night was just a dream? But how could she have such a vivid and passionate spring dream? Had she really thought about that man this much? Oh my! She buried her burning face in the blanket, not moving for a long time.

The bathroom door suddenly opened with a whoosh, and she quickly looked up. A man came out, a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair. She froze in shock.

She was incredibly familiar with that man's body, especially the mark on his shoulder—the faint imprint of teeth! It turns out last night wasn't just a dream; it had really happened.

In her daze, the man had already reached her. She almost bit her tongue.

"Wilson... Albert Wilson, why are you back?"

He grinned, snorted coldly, and said,

"Could I not come back? If I hadn't, who knows how many more squids you'd have ruined by now!"